Sixteen years today. I'll always remember where I was, I'll always remember the confusion, I'll always remember the shock and fear when we watched the towers fall. 5th grade is a weird time to see those images, to watch tragedy strike, to witness your math teacher frantically trying to get ahold of her husband who worked in the area.
Experiencing the anniversary in New York City is indescribable. Some people try to minimize it, some try to not to think about it, others don't even talk about it, but we all remember. The locals of this city are so resilient, so strong, so persistent in the face of adversity, so much so that it all rubs off on you little by little.
What I've learned on this day, year after year, for almost two decades, is that New Yorkers are so special. The first responders that inevitably lost their lives doing their duties to try and rescue their fellow man, the Americans who stepped up and ran from every corner of our country towards danger to hopefully find survivors, the men and women who went abroad to continue fighting for our safety, no matter their politics, are the heroes that make America great.
We mourn the lost loved ones, we praise the brave heroes, and strive to honor their legacies by moving forward with the same compassion and love we witnessed in the aftermath. And we will #NeverForget.
[08:01pm | 09.11.2017]